Arya and someone walk across the arched bridge of the Twin Cities.

Below was the turbulent Green Fork River, and they heard the sound of the turbulent water, and they groaned endlessly, like a giant beast roaring, and looking at the turbid swirling green water, Arya felt frightened.

Her mother, Caitlin, her brother Robb, and her uncle Amud were at the forefront, pulling away some distance.

Arya quietly apologized to someone,

"I'm sorry, I'm here to say goodbye to my mother and eldest brother, but Brother Robb has a request from the Freys, and I heard that my uncle is going to marry his daughter here, so it's necessary for me to attend this banquet as a Stark. ”

Someone didn't reply, and the castle gave him a strong sense of danger.

He remembered what Lynn had told him in Fishing Village Harbor.

"Don't bring Arya into the Twin Cities if there's no need. ”

He remembered Lynn's tone at the time, with a strong sense of warning.

However, it was too late to say anything.

He was now in the city, and his heart was full of doubts.

Did Lynn already know that Arya's relatives would be in the Twin Cities, and even had a premonition of a possible crisis here?

He even saw the figure of Lynn's attendant knight Shifu coming from outside the city when he entered Twin Rivers City last night, what the hell is going on with all this?

Someone is lost in thought.

The wedding will take place in the banquet hall of the Frey's house, the inner castle of the Twin Rivers, and Robb straightens the crown he wears before stepping into the hall, followed by Caitlin and Edmure, followed by the noble officers of all ranks who have just experienced a defeat from the north and south and urgently need to replenish their soldiers.

The Flag Bearer, Sir Renard Westerling, was a lean, rugged young nobleman with tight chestnut hair and a thick mustache.

He handed the snowy banner of the Stark family's Icefield Running Wolf to a squire at the door.

Then, next to Miss Arya Stark, and an emaciated man who followed her closely, but had never seen before, walked in.

Renard quipped Arya, "Miss Arya, I heard that you were welcomed back by a young nobleman from the North, why didn't you see him personally escorting you to Twin River City? ”

Speaking of Lynn, the corners of Arya's mouth curled slightly and she smiled, "Yes, Lord Renard, he is a descendant of the Rothschild family, a viscount who inherits the ability of an ancient falconry lion. ”

"Gripen?"

"Yes, it has the wings of an eagle and the body of a lion, and its beak is also an eagle's beak, which is very sharp, and when it grows up, it will not be inferior to the ice wolf. ”

Arya introduced excitedly, and Sir Renard listened politely, but he didn't believe that there was such a thing in the world, any ancient falcon lion family, he had never seen in the record.

However, as a vassal of the Stark family, she felt that Miss Arya, who was still young, would inevitably have an exaggerated element in her words.

Sir Renard felt the need to mention the Second Stark Lady, it was a Stark's duty to maintain the Icewolf's high status in the North.

He smiled and said, "The lion can't be a match for the Icewolf in the Northern Kingdom, even if it grows a pair...... Strange wings. ”

Arya felt that the Gripen Golden Pig had a bright future, but she understood the kindness of Sir Renard's words.

Erya didn't argue about anything, she expected that Lynn and his Gripen would be recognized by these great nobles in the north in the future, and she remained optimistic about it.

She laughed back, "Sir Renard, what you say is always irrefutable. ”

Er Ya walked at the end of the line and talked about Lynn, and Robb and Caitlin in front of him were also talking in a low voice.

"Robb, defeat is a common occurrence on the battlefield, no one can always win, you have to learn your lesson and be careful," Caitlin said to her son, looking at the Frey servant who was setting up the dishes in the hall, "Lord Wald is thin-skinned and sharp-tongued, and now that we have a request for help, you must not offend his self-esteem." ”

Robb nodded and said, "Don't worry, Mother, I know the temperament of the Frey family, and I also know that I have hurt his dignity because I broke off the marriage contract with Lord Frey's daughter, and now I urgently need his help, today, I will praise them like a monk." ”

Caitlin continued, "You also need to thank your uncle, and the entire Tully family. ”

Robb glanced at Amud behind him, holding back a smile from the corner of his eyes.

"Of course, the Tully family...... Mainly my uncle paid a big price for this. ”

Caitlin knew that her son was referring to her brother Amud, who was about to marry one of the many ugly daughters of the Frey family.

Caitlyn felt a little uneasy,

"I'm not referring to this, but to the fact that Amud had betrothed her daughter to Frey as his ninth wife, and the girl was not happy about it. ”

Robb said lightly: "It's just an illegitimate daughter." ”

Robb had never had much affection for bastards, and as the eldest son of the Starks, he was relatively close to his father's adopted son, Theon Greyjoy, and not much to his bastard brother, Jon Snow.

As for the illegitimate daughter of his uncle's family, he didn't even have the slightest impression.

As a woman, Caitlin was also a little sensitive to the issue of illegitimate children, but she still felt a little uncomfortable when she heard the tone of her eldest son, Robb.

She sighed and didn't continue the topic.

"When the banquet begins, please don't be picky about the food and drink provided by the other party, you will eat whatever they give, and enjoy everything you eat and drink. If they don't ask, you ask for it. Once you eat his bread and salt, it means that you should enjoy the rights of a guest, and under his roof, he has obligations to you as a host. ”

Robb found it amusing, and he understood that this was an ancient tradition, similar to the aristocratic promise of guest rights.

As long as the host entertains the guests with food and drink, he must ensure that the guests do not die at their own tables.

He came to his seat in the banquet hall and whispered as he prepared to take his seat, "Mother, though I have lost the battle in the Riverland, the commander of Bolton has gone to the north, and a new army has come to gather a new army, and there is no need to hope for bread and salt. Now, please take care of my sister, Arya must have a lot to say to her mother. ”

Caitlin sighed, thinking that it was time to talk to her little daughter, who had seen each other yesterday and were too tired to talk about the mother-daughter relationship.

She turned, searching among Robb's many vassals, for Arya.

I searched for a long time, but I didn't see anything.

Caitlyn called out to Sir Renard Westerling, who had been at the back of the line, to ask.

Renard whispered, "Madam, Miss Arya said that the atmosphere in her banquet hall is too stuffy, and she wants to go to the city for a stroll and come back in a while." ”

"She's alone?"

Renard thought for a moment and said, "No, the thin-faced squire who had been with the young lady also left. ”